Words have no language which can utter the secrets of love; and beyond the limits of expression is the expounding of desire.

Now is the time to understand That all your ideas of right and wrong Were just a child's training wheelsTo be laid aside When you finally live With veracity And love.

Dear Ones, Beware of the tiny gods frightened men Create To bring anesthetic relief to their sad days

Join me in the pure atmosphere of gratitude for life.

A poet is someone Who can pour Light into a spoon, Then raise it To nourish Your beautiful parched, holy mouth.

Now is the time to know that all that you do is sacred.

Thou learnest no secret until thou knowest friendship, since to the unsound no heavenly knowledge enters.